Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.